Every day I breathe you in like morning light,
Every day the quiet hours wear your name.
I trace the ghost of laughter on the ceiling,
I count the steps we never learned to take.
Piano rain keeps falling through the speakers,
Each note a drop that never quite evaporates.
If time is glass, I’m cutting my fingers holding on,
Yet every day I still unwrap the dawn,
Hoping today won’t break the same.